Richard Cory

Wings

They say that Richard CoryOwns one half of this whole townWith political connections he spreads his wealth aroundBorn into society, a banker's only childHe had everything a man could want: money, grace, and style

The papers print his picture almost every place he goesRichard Cory at the operaRichard Cory at the showsAnd the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yachtHe really must be happy with everything he's got

But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living I curse my poverty I wish that I could beI wish that I could be Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touchAnd they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very muchSo my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines readRichard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head

But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living I curse my poverty I wish that I could beI wish that I could beOh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.